Chapter 363: Break Up!

Chapter 363: The Breakup!

As soon as Xu Linfeng left, the private room fell silent.

Song Yushu was icy cold, shooting He Jingxuan a withering look.

He hadn’t necessarily been set on marrying her—it was just that her family had some modest assets and connections in the military.

But now, after offending the young madam of the Lu family, no matter how beautiful she was, he wouldn’t dare marry her.

"Yushu, I was wrong..."

Song Yushu: "Stay out of my sight."

He Jingxuan looked stunned. "You’re breaking up with me? Song Yushu, we’ve been together for six years. I devoted my youth to you, and now you’re just going to throw me away?"

Song Yushu’s voice was icy and merciless. "What of it? Your six years were your youth—weren't mine just as valuable? If I’d known you could be this foolish, I wouldn’t have wasted my time."

With those final words, Song Yushu left the private room with a cold expression.

The remaining guests looked at each other uncomfortably, while a few of his friends hurried after him.

He Jingxuan’s friends tried to comfort her. "Jingxuan, he must be speaking in anger. Don’t take his words too seriously right now."

"Yeah, after so many years together, it can't just be over like this."

He Jingxuan and Song Yushu had been classmates, and their relationship was something everyone had witnessed develop.

They’d broken up and gotten back together before, but nothing had ever been this serious.

Song Yushu rarely humiliated He Jingxuan in front of so many people.

Her friends’ words did nothing to soothe He Jingxuan’s fury. She blamed Ye Xiaoxiao entirely, her hatred burning hotter.

...

Meanwhile, Ye Xiaoxiao was about to head back to work after leaving the private room.

But Xu Linfeng argued that since she didn’t come often, she should at least enjoy herself.

That’s how she found herself in the club’s luxurious billiards hall.

Each member could reserve a private billiards room in advance, so players wouldn’t be crowded together.

But Xu Linfeng, worried she might be bored, brought her to a crowded room.

He had his own party going on here, but when he heard Ye Xiaoxiao was visiting today, he went out of his way to greet her.

Jiang Yi was also there—the only person Ye Xiaoxiao recognized in the room.

"Sis-in-law! What brings you here?"

Jiang Yi, who valued beauty above all, clearly remembered Ye Xiaoxiao.

Ye Xiaoxiao: "I had something to take care of here, but it's taken care of now."

Jiang Yi enthusiastically invited her to the lounge. "Great! Sis-in-law, have a seat. Care to play a game?"

Ye Xiaoxiao knew how to play billiards, but she wasn’t interested in playing with a group of strangers. She replied casually, "No thanks, I'm not really into it."

Jiang Yi volunteered, "I'll teach you—guaranteed to teach you."

Someone nearby asked, "Lin Feng, who's this that required your personal escort?"

Many others hadn't met Ye Xiaoxiao before—some weren't close to Regiment Commander Lu, while others couldn't make it to the wedding for various reasons.

Xu Linfeng said, "This is Regiment Commander Lu's wife."

Given Lu Hanchuan's current military rank, calling his wife "Mrs. Lu" was completely proper.

While they might not have known who Ye Xiaoxiao was, mentioning Lu Hanchuan made everyone immediately understand.

"We'd heard Regiment Commander Lu got married, but this is our first time meeting Mrs. Lu."

Though the guests didn't know Ye Xiaoxiao's background, just looking at her face made them feel she was just right for Lu Hanchuan.

"Xiaoxiao is an excellent TCM doctor. You might even need her help someday."

Xu Linfeng was considerate, adding this to make sure Xiaoxiao got proper respect.

"Really? Can TCM doctors really tell everything just by checking the pulse? Can you tell what's wrong with me lately?"

A man who had been holding a pool cue excitedly pushed up his sleeve, ready to try.

Ye Xiaoxiao glanced at him and said, "Don't get carried away—it's not magic. But if you've been constipated lately, try drinking more honeysuckle tea."

Someone nearby laughed and asked, "Wait, you're actually constipated?"

The man's mouth fell open before he replied sheepishly, "What the…? You could tell without even feeling my pulse?"

Ye Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. "Some problems are obvious without checking your pulse. If there’s anything else, I can check for you."

The man yanked his hand back—that was unnerving.

Even if he did, he wouldn’t bring it up in front of everyone.

"No need, no need."

The others noticed and realized Ye Xiaoxiao was spot-on.

Even as a doctor, being able to tell someone’s illness at a glance was impressive.

Though these rich boys didn’t get the medical stuff, they showed respect out of politeness.

Ye Xiaoxiao only stayed for a short while before standing up to leave.

"I’ve got work this afternoon—gotta run."

"I’ll walk you out, sis."

Jiang Yi hurried after her to the door.

Once they reached the club entrance, he hesitated before speaking. "Sis, can Chinese medicine cure anything?"

Jiang Yi knew Ye Xiaoxiao was a doctor but wasn’t aware of how skilled she was.

"It depends on the case. For some things, Western medicine works faster."

Jiang Yi: "A friend of mine, young guy, just got diagnosed with stomach cancer. Is there anything that can help?"

Ye Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, "If the treatment at other hospitals isn't effective, you can bring your friend to Rende Hall for registration. We'll need to conduct a detailed examination of his condition first, then develop a treatment plan."

Jiang Yi nodded, "Alright, I understand. I'll persuade him."

Even decades later, cancer remains a word that instills fear. Fortunately, Jiang Yi's friend had detected it early and was only showing early-stage symptoms.

While we can't guarantee a complete cure, it's possible to help extend his life by twenty or thirty years.

But ultimately, it depends on the patient's own willingness.

As soon as Jiang Yi returned home, he immediately contacted his friend, who was currently hospitalized at Beijing Third Hospital.

"You're saying... I should try traditional Chinese medicine?"

Jiang Yi's friend, named Zhang Runxin, looked especially gaunt in his twenties due to chemotherapy.

Yet, illness hadn't made him any less attractive—in fact, it added a delicate, vulnerable charm to his appearance.

Zhang Runxin was handsome; otherwise, he wouldn't have become Jiang Yi's friend.

This guy, aside from friends from the compound, only associated with good-looking people.

Jiang Yi: "Exactly. The hospital treatments are brutal. Each round of chemotherapy weakens your immune system. Didn't you mention wanting to stop treatment before?

I'm not pressuring you, but it's good to have more options."

Jiang Yi deeply cared for this friend. If he were to die young, the world would lose one handsome man.

"I understand what you mean. Once I'm discharged, I'll look into traditional Chinese medicine."

Out of trust in his friend and to comfort him, Zhang Runxin accepted the suggestion.